CarrollBlog 5.13
from a friend's e-mail:
"My house faces a very large pond. There are always lots of birds and turtles nearby. This morning about 6:30, I heard a terrible sound but did not know what it was. It went on and on for a long time. It turned out there was a dead Sandhill Crane near the pond and its mate was walking around and around it, wailing very loudly. Do you know what a Sandhill Crane is? If not, do a Google search and look at one. They are big and beautiful and very graceful. Like most birds, they mate for life. This time of year, their eggs are hatching and you see them often in groups of three, two parents and the baby. It is now after 9:00 and that poor bird is still walking around his dead mate crying and making awful noises. P. wants to go get the dead crane and take it away, but I do not think he should. I think the one that is alive needs to grieve a while in its own way with its lost partner near."
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"I'll always deny that I kissed her.
I was just whispering into her mouth."
Stephen Dunn